Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.